As luck would have it, Shae and Renee had taken it upon themselves to invite a multitude of their friends over for the barbecue. Girls who, as Jared’s luck would have it, were all just as buxom and veluptuous as the Reed twins themselves.
Scents similar to the ones lingering on Shae and Renee that had drawn Jared from the burgers overwhelmed his senses, and he brought himself out from under the table to get a better look. Once again, as luck would have it, in his haste to get out and see the girls for himself (his hormonal mind in the body of a dog now running wild with caution thrown to the proverbial wind), Jared raced forward without looking and found his dog face in between Renee’s round, warm, open cleavage, which had been exposed and left hanging by her behind down to coax him out from under the table.
Renee gasped, laughed, and began hugging Jared as Mr. Reed chuckled and went back to the grill. Jared looked around, and much to his shock and awe (and joy) saw multiple late-teenage girls (eight of them, at the very least) hurrying over to get a look at the Reed twins’ new friend, their respective chest bouncing and jiggling as they moved in on him.
Jared panted with pleasure as the sounds of “he’s so cute” and “who’s this little guy” filled his soft, fluffy ears, and the noises of the loathsome fireworks faded away.